Blur

The last week and a half have been a blur. We closed on a home, packed and moved all our junk stuff into our new house about 5 miles away from the old one. We are still in the explosion stage over here, where most of the boxes are gone, but we haven’t found a place for everything yet. The nice thing about moving is taking a good hard look at all our stuff and purging, purging, purging. I needed a rule to make the process easier and finally came up with one:

I am not a slave to my stuff.
If an item is not a slave to me, then it goes.

So I took a good hard look at some of the things I was moving. For example, I had a wok that I got years ago. I love cooking Chinese food, but haven’t used a woke in ages. As much as I like the idea of having a wok, in dragging the wok from house to house, I was treating it like a king while behaving like it’s slave. Not good. Looking at things and thinking, “I am not your slave” made the whole process easier. The wok, along with 5 huge boxes of usable stuff went to the thrift store and I am now master of my stuff. Well, master of most of my stuff. I haven’t done so well purging the sewing stuff (we all have our weaknesses, right?).

This is the embarrassing part where I show you the current condition of my new sewing room.

Craft Apple

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, right? Well, crafting is my apple. It's what I do to maintain my sanity while taking care of my family. I homeschool my three boys, ages 12, 13, and 14), am a quilter, a bagaholic, and a pattern designer.